| «After years of torture, the war is over now
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| Our so called leaders found another path to go So I’m on my way back, to my homeland, to my friends
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| And I’m looking forward to see my wife and son again»
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| Than I see some black smoke in the air
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| Where is my house, where is my land?
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| They say the ruins I’m standing on Are the graveyard of my son
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| Thunder in the silence
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| Our soldiers fought and died
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| Thunder in the silence
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| Our leaders grew their might
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| Thunder in the silence
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| See the burning land
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| I’m coming home again
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| I’m coming home again
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| They said we’d fight for glory
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| For our children to be free
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| But now that all is over, there is no one left to be
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| I’m standing on that wasteland
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| Under blackened trees
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| And below the ashes lies my family
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| And I still remember the day I left
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| When my little son stood up from bed
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| «We we meet again?"with tears he asked
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| And I betrayed 'cause I said: «Yes!»
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| And what if all the ones I killed
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| Where the sons of a father like myself
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| What will our children learn
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| When all their houses burn?
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| When the thunder fills the sky
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| And on the earth our children die
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| Than a man of true honor-feels the pain
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| With his hands full of blood he is home again
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| A false king has told him lies
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| He lost his son, he lost his wife
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| He takes his sword for the last, casts his spell
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| And he judged all false leaders, that himself
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| What will our children learn
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| When all their houses burn? |